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The Werewolf King's Bride

Warning: Mature Content Trigger Warning: Abuse, Trauma, Psychological *It's full of red flags. Don't tell me I didn't warn you all. Blue Learley, a seventeen-year-old girl, lived in a small town with her parents and two brothers. Everything was going as usual until that fateful night when her life changed forever. Demetrius Easton, the merciless werewolf king, got his eyes on her and wanted her as his bride. When her own parents sold her to him, she had no way of escaping him and no one to turn to for help. *** “I don’t want to stay away for too long. Sometimes I fear the bird might fly away.” “The bird doesn’t have a home. The outside world is dangerous for it. And besides, the bird has already found its freedom inside,” I said. “The bird won’t fly away.” ‘So you don’t have to cut its wings since it did not grow them in the first place. It’s okay. The bird likes the cage anyway.’ *** Support my other works: *Silence*- It is a crime-filled thriller novel with a blooming romance between two teenagers. It is about love, friendship and betrayal. Trust me, the twists will keep you on edge. The Mask Of The Monster where you can read the love blooming between a human girl and a terrifying-looking monster The cover is not mine. Source: Devianart

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The First Round

(From Blue's Perspective)

Having kids was exhausting. Demian never stopped crying if someone else carried him other than me. At some point, he had started to go to Dem. But that stopped too. Now, he only came to me. If Dem tried to take him, he would cry until I took him. Dion followed me everywhere. So did Sapphire, but at least, Sapphire was silent and not noisy like my sons. Of course, Dion was much quieter than Demian. He liked to play by himself, but he needed to be with me. For example, when I took a bath, Demian would be right beside the tub in a crip that we brought in the bathroom for that reason; he would not stay quiet if he was not near me, after all. He needed my scent at least to be quiet. Dion would sit beside the tub and draw with the coloring pencils his Daddy got him. My cat would be there as well, just chilling and watching me bathe.